[OOC] The Inheritance Game

[Lilacs]

This roleplay is currently ACCEPTING





Interest Check | Character Bin

A relative's death is always sad.... But is it really? What if you barely knew the relative? What if you were able to gain billions of dollars from their death? Is their death still sad to you?

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"Congratulations! You've been selected to participate in The Inheritance Games! By taking part in The Inheritance Game, you have the chance to inherit the massive Lovelle fortune..."

Many people have that one relative that's rich, you're not exception to this. Granted, you probably don't know him that well. You've heard rumors about him, saw him in the family pictures, and maybe you've even met him once or twice, but the point is, you're not close. Christopher Lovelle was always a mysterious man in the family, and wasn't the most popular. The only thing most people in the family knew about him was that he was a billionaire with no immediate family. He was known as eccentric, strange, and nobody in the family really wanted to be close to him. Which is why it stunned you when you received a letter informing you of his death. Why would you get notice of his death?

And why are you eligible to receive his entire inheritance?

Whatever the case, intrigued by the inheritance, you decide to participate in The Inheritance Game.

What awaits you is a series of puzzles that you must solve, and to win the inheritance, you must be the first to figure out the final answer. But of course, you're not alone. Competing with the members of your own family, you must navigate this game of greed, false relationships and distrust to outsmart everyone else. Who will you trust? Who will you abandon? Will greed win over your moral compass?

Let The Inheritance Game begin....

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Roleplay Rules

• Swearing is allowed, but keep it in moderation.
• Characters cannot be a direct descendant of Christopher Lovelle because he doesn't have children.
• No godmodding. Period.
• Absolutely no Mary-Sues or Gary-Stus. Characters must be flawed!
• This is a high casual roleplay so please post a minimum of two paragraphs. While length is nice, quality over quantity! Do your best, I love reading people's writing!
• Please use good grammar. Although I'm not a grammar nazi, I would very much prefer good grammar that makes things easy to read. Too many grammar mistakes distract from the writing.
• Please try to post at least once every three days.
• I am your benevolent goddess... In this roleplay, at least. Listen to me, as my word is LAW! Yeah!
• Murder and death will be strictly prohibited in this roleplay. Acts of sabotage will be allowed in moderation.
• Use common sense and courtesy. No fighting in the OOC! We're all friends here.
• If you're going to be gone for an extended period of time, or you want to drop, please just tell me!
• You're allowed to discuss puzzles and clues in the OOC, but any knowledge gained in the OOC does not translate into IC knowledge. Please please please please PLEASE no metagaming!
• Say something in the OOC at least once in a while! I like to get to know who I roleplay with, I'm sure others do too.

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The Inheritance Game Rules

• Everyone will receive puzzles. The goal will be to collect as many clues as possible to solve the puzzles and figure out who the "answer" is. The winner will receive the inheritance.
• The "answer" will be a person among the contestants. The players' goal will be to figure out who the "answer" is.
• Everyone is going to work in assigned pairs. Although cooperation is okay, you will not gain any additional money for lending aid to anyone.
• You must live on the Lovelle Estate during the game.
• People must come up with their answer and reasoning by the deadline.
• If no one gives the correct answer, the "answer" will receive the inheritance. Therefore, the goal of the "answer" will be to confuse the others and try to get them to guess wrong.

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The Inheritance Game system

The Inheritance Game broken down and explained

The "answer" will be a character in the roleplay. Nobody will know who the "answer" is besides for the GM and the "answer" themselves. The person who is the "answer" will be more or less the antagonist of this roleplay, trying to throw everyone off. It's the goal of all of the players to guess who the "answer" is by the end of this game--that's how they win the inheritance. But the "answer" will be actively trying to mess everyone up, because if everyone guesses wrong, the "answer" will receive the money.

You do not have to be good at puzzles or mystery solving to participate in this roleplay. Although I would like you to at least try to solve the various puzzles, it would be unrealistic if everyone knew how to solve the puzzles and such. Remember, your character can be a clueless one, they can't all be the detective-type! I will be dropping hints about how to solve the puzzles in both the IC and the OOC.

This roleplay is centered around human relationships, even more than puzzle solving. While attempting to solve the puzzles will be an important part of this roleplay, the main goal is to work through character interaction and the changing relationships with family members. There should be betrayal, there should be drama. This is concerning a very large sum of money after all. How do people change when confronted with something like this? Will they make friends in this strange environment? Stuff like that. This roleplay is largely character driven.

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Character Information
For your character sheet, please be detailed! Especially in the personality section, don’t just list off adjectives. Go into detail. Also, it would be much appreciated if you could underline, bolden, or do something to the CS skeleton to make it easier to read.

Once your character has been approved, go ahead and post it to the Character Bin. Please do not post in the character bin unless you have been accepted. The character bin is for accepted characters only, applications should be done in the OOC.

Character Sheet

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance: (Please supply both a written description and a picture. No anime images please, photos should be of real people)
Relation to Christopher Lovelle: (Remember, no direct descendants!)
Occupation:
Immediate family members: (optional)
Personality:
Biography:
Miscellaneous:

Relationship Sheet

**Will be updated as needed. Here, please write down what your character thinks of everyone else! Even if they haven't met yet--imagine what their first impression will be. Do you see them becoming friends? Enemies? Stuff like that.

The "Answer"
The answer has NOT been chosen yet! If you would like your character to become the answer, you're more than welcome to apply for that position. In order to do that, you must have that character accepted beforehand. Once your character has been accepted, please fill out the following form and PM it to me. I will select an answer based on what I believe would fit into this roleplay. Applying to be the "answer" doesn't guarantee you that position, but I will definitely consider it.

The "Answer" form

Link to your character sheet:
Additional relationship with Christopher Lovelle: The answer has a special relationship with Lovelle. What is it? Were you childhood friends? Was he your babysitter? Anything. And don't tell anyone. Please note: If your character has not been chosen as the "answer", the additional relationship will not have existed.
Why do you want to be the answer? Do you think you can handle keeping the secret?:
Say something nice about me: <---- this is a joke. Feel free to disregard.

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Families
This is most definitely optional! But if you would like your characters to have a prior relationship before this game (Like a family, or a something like that) Please just post this in the OOC: [Character name] is seeking a [family member title]. You know like, Bob is seeking a daughter. Mary is seeking a spouse. Stuff like that. I'll put all of that up here, so we'll know who wants to be in a family or something!

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Important information for non-American residents

Many puzzles in this roleplay are related to books and other things that are considered to be common knowledge by Americans. For example, almost everyone has read The Scarlet Letter in high school english class, everyone knows the national anthem... Stuff like that. I'm not quite sure if any non-American has been exposed to some of the things included in this roleplay--because you might have, but I don't know--so as a participant in this roleplay, you (not your character) may be at a slight disadvantage. But I will do my best to provide necessary information to you, as long as you let me know if you need it. That is all!

This OOC is a work in progress! If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Yay!

[Lilacs]

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[Lilacs]

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[Silver Fox]

Name: Nanashi Marice

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Appearance:

He stands around 5'0, small guy who is skinny with long a bit messy black hair. Bangs hanging over his eyes that reach to his nose, brushed over to the sides. Tanned skin, with bright blue eyes. Usually wearing a pair of blue jeans, a white t shirt and a black baggy hoodie and black tennis shoes.

Relation to Christopher Lovelle: Great Adopted Nephew

Occupation: Student

Immediate family members: Sickly father

Personality: Nanashi is more of a quiet sort of person who doesn't talk to others unless he needed to. He doesn't like people and usually tries to avoid them, spending most of his time reading or playing with animals. He's bit of a wild child, preferring the outdoors and doing things like climbing trees, playing in the creek, racing dogs in the woods and such. He can be a bit aggressive to those he doesn't likes, but he does have a kind heart, willing to listen to others. Although, he does lack a bit of common sense and knowledge when it comes to social skill.

Biography: Nanashi was adopted from a orphanage, too difficult to handle to be adopted. He doesn't remember his time before he was placed in a orphanage, but they say he was just found wandering the streets. Jace Marice adopted him at the age of six, though had many problems. Living in the woods, Nanashi tended to just leave the house and play somewhere outside. Coming back utterly filthy, and resisting any attempts in dealing with his family. Which could lead to biting, scratching, kicking, or whatever else he could do to get away. This was a very common occurrence when trying to get him in the bath.

Despite best efforts, no one seemed able to tame the wild child, but Jace never gave up even when everyone else said he should. A patient man, he allowed the child to run around outside, coaxing him with food and forcing the child into baths. The poor father came out with quite a bit of battle wounds, but he treated Nanashi just like a son. Eventually, Nanashi calmed and got close to his father, coming back home in time for supper and doing a little better in what he was told.

At the age of ten, he was even brought to a family get together. He didn't really talk to many people, but he was still interested. These were the people who were his family, a kind family. He met a elderly man he remembered was somewhere part his family, who asked him some odd questions. In which he answered honestly. The elder asked what he thought of money. Nanashi simply replied, 'Why would I want money? It's just funny smelling cut down trees. Trees smell way better.' And earned a slight chuckle.

Miscellaneous: He has a fear of bathrooms. He's participating in this event simply to pay for his fathers surgery.

Baah I hate real pics but here it is xD

[Silver Fox]

Sorry then, I will have to drop out. I can't really fix my sentences, they will happen. I don't have much time to correct them all through the phone (I wouldn't mind if it was on a computer, but on a phone it's just plain annoying to add anything and ruins the fun for me.)

But thank you for your time :D

And yeah, just every time I see a real pic, I keep thinking "stupid or egotistical asshole" xD gifs are perhaps the only good thing.

[Sixsmith]

Your Mom; It is in the Bin Now. Go Look

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Name:
Archer Theroux
Gender:
Male
Age:
32
Appearance:
Wide, inquisitive blue eyes are the staple of Archer's ensemble, with a face that makes every expression, even the negative, give off an endearing quality and a softness that he sometimes loathes to admit to. He smiles with his teeth when the occasion hits him and rolls his eyes with every feasible part of his body, palms up and splayed if they're free. These subtle nuances are what make Archer who he is, that often separate himself from the masks he hides behind. These are genuine expressions, ones that leak into everyday conversation or even alone, coupled with an exasperated sigh. It's subconscious, but something that grounds Archer and who he is, rather than what life has destined he become. They are the few things that break the stony demeanor, the stoic expression he worked so hard to achieve, and at times of unrest, he relishes in knowing this and in seeing it first hand in the people he meets. Added to this, his voice is a low timber, the rasp in his throat most noticeable early in the morning, in its gravelly tone; it's concise and comes with a keen grasp on diction, which is sometimes abused for sarcastic purposes. There's a lilt in his voice, a kind of assuring vibe that rolls off his tongue that can turn soothing in one instant and hard and heavy the next, distinct despite the stoicism he tends to drip into his voice—effective for the deadpan snark that seems to follow in his wake.

The person under everything often dictates his attire and his look, all form fitting and regal, to compliment his stature and healthy, toned physique. His closet consists mostly of different shades of black and grey, with patterns that very from simple stripes to simple solid colors. It lacks a variety he craves in his daily life, but he more than makes up for that in the assortment of ties and bow ties and suspenders that come in a multi-layered package that his service provides, even if the looks he garnered are anything but flattering. They're cheesy, fancy, pretentious, and everything in between and usually help identify the current mood of the day, or at least of the morning. When required, his hair is usually styled in a soft push back, bangs hanging only slightly above his forehead and hair coming out in short waves. The dark tones of his clothes often come in contrast with the flush of his skin, a radiant golden that he takes more pride in than necessary—it is just skin, after all—and the electric blue of his eyes that seem only amplified by the dark contrast. His complexion is healthy and vibrant, despite his expressions, but coupled with a tiredness only really seen in bags under his eyes and the lines of worry that define his face or the deep callousness of his hands.
Relation to Christopher Lovelle:
Friend, Employee, Part-Time Confidant
Occupation:
Butler
Immediate family members:
Danielle Theroux; Mother; Deceased
Lawrence Theroux; Brother; 26
Anne Theroux; Sister; 27
Michael Theroux; Fraternal Twin; 32
Personality:
There's always something to cover up. In the face of duty, Archer is as anyone expects, polite, concise, and with everyone's best interest in mind. The only time Archer can satisfyingly say that he is regal and proud—back straight, chin high, and with a welcoming smile to greet guests. During work, there's a deliberateness to everything Archer does and a purpose in every footfall that he holds accountable. This is usually where years of parenting siblings comes quite in handy (off-work, he describes his job as being a glorified nanny). Aside from the polite smile he offers, Archer is often depicted as expressionless and hard to discern with a penchant for doing exactly as told and living up to his employer's namesake. When representing a very powerful, very wealthy man, there comes an air of subtlety involved in his interactions with people, actions and words always open to interpretation and without much passion behind them—almost to the point of utter, deadpan humor. The dry kind that leaves an ambiguous taste in people's mouths. Archer acts his part thought, willingly so and would determine it is what makes him happy. Or, at least a part of the various sums that make his whole.

Shedding off the airs of duty and regality, Archer presents himself with more honesty, or at least with a different mask that people can separate from that of duty. This is key, he'd propose, in giving people different sides of the same coin. There's still a confidence inherent in him, a purpose in his movements, but it's weighed down by the relaxed posture and complete lack of secrecy in the irritation that occasionally addles his voice. Of course, that's only when dealing with strangers outside of his line of work. Years of separating himself from two lives, that of his job and then of his responsibility as caretaker to his siblings, meant a more cautious Archer, with a propensity to bite, even at the hint of disrespect and agitation. And he does so with a sharp tongue and expressions dripping with exasperation and sarcasm. It doesn't much help that Archer contains a vindictive streak inside him, a device to direct his anger in subtle ways, ways he learned working to provide services to strangers most of his life. On the sharp end of the stick that is Archer, he'll find effective ways of shutting down hostility with an ambiguous air surrounding him. It hurts just as well as a punch to the face, but is all the more satisfying to the wry Archer and his knowing smile.

Of course, Archer has secrets to hide himself, things that the duality he wears effectively keep from the light of day. He's a caring individual, that part seeps through the cracks on a daily basis, who finds joy in the minuscule moments of his life. There is a genuineness to his actions and words, even to the front he puts up. Sincerity had always been a thing Archer took easy to and respect was something he seemed to value the most in his life. A kind that sneers and scowls at any eyes that looked down with pity and the kind willing to sacrifice quite a bit to defend against outright transgressions. The humor used to diffuse situations, to wave away problems and issues is different to the kind Archer relishes in, the kind that lights up faces in the room. There's a sharp difference in maintaining it that Archer has pondered and repressed since the dawn of his humanity; one lies in necessity and the other in selfishness. There is a passion in Archer that leaves him standing, rather than sitting, doing, rather than having done. And sometimes moving forward and never looking back helps keep perspective on wants, rather than responsibilities. The past leaves a trail to highlight mistakes, rather than simple moments and it's often harder to avert the gaze when asked to face it. He prefers to keep going, even if that means bottling certain aspects of himself up.
Biography:
The Chicago life, all grit and grime, didn't contain the fascination saddled with it, even just the name, after countless years of hard luck and misfortune. The spark of city life, however present it was in visitors or suburban families in small towns, lacked in the heart of most natives, swallowed by the humdrum of daily life—a hard life. There came a moment where, just as the small town folk ached for adventure, Archer felt the urge for something less hurried, calmer, and most of all easy. A better sense of accomplishment; a life not so meaningless; something with a goal to strive toward that didn't lie down a stretch of dark tunnel with no end in sight; all things Archer had hoped for, at a young age; all things that were crushed under the heels of society and low-class accommodations, necessities. To the point where school no longer mattered as much as getting food on the table—"Whatever means necessary, Arch." It was a phrase he'd heard all too often, with a solemn resignation in his mother's eyes. He never realized, until now, what that truly meant.

"I did what I had to."

"To survive?"

"So that they could survive."

No pride came with what life thrust him into, what circumstance dictated he do. It's never a topic Archer broaches often, unless it was a necessity. Usually, it wasn't, so he made sure that part of himself was kept under strict lock and key. Of course, people often equate letting a past define oneself to weakness. But, to Archer, there's a humor to thinking about how there could be no Archer Theroux without all the regrets and mistakes and traumas. And thinking about it either puts a weary smile on his face, or a slight dulling of his eyes that he could only sum up as acquiescence—resignation—that ended in a heavy head tilt. Heavy in the sense that it still, even after all these years, weighed him down. These are just thoughts, however, that he can't find the strength to put words too, especially in the midst of complete strangers. Archer appreciates secrets, like everyone else, but particularly his own, to which he shares with a pen, a cup of tea, and a journal.

Early in his years, before the responsibility and the mistakes, Archer aspired to become a writer, the kind born of poverty, with a story to tell. With thousands of stories to tell. And the evidence was there, in his cursive print, that he'd only conjure great things for great people to read—sowing stories together like fine, silk threads. Writing came naturally and for his enjoyment, until confidence swelled among downtrodden siblings. Under a cover, flashlight burning heat into pallid, hungry faces, Archer's writing came to life and he relished in the twist of emotions that controlled his sibling's features. That he caused that. At that moment, when thoughts becaome ink and ink became words, Archer felt a surge of desire in the deepest part of his stomach, twisting knots in his abdomen. His first ache, a kind of heartbreak he'd come to find comfort in.

The second came in the form of a proposal.

The third came in the beeps of a heart monitor.

And the rest—he simply stopped counting, when it became evident that these first three weren't going to be the last.

But, there was good in his life, things that Archer appreciated as much as the wrenching in his gut. They were always tiny moments until he'd turned over his twenty-fourth birthday. He'd like to say it was his twenty-fourth, though he suspected it had come at a much later time in his life, when he knew he was already lost. Archer just wasn't expecting to be found, lighting a cigarette under a lamppost, tired eyes that betrayed the wry smirk on his face. Exactly then was the moment he came to know Mr. Lovelle and his quiet stoicism, a mere hand wave at his proposition. He'd packed that night, what little he had to, and left the fleeting lights of Chicago, determined that the next morning brought a fortune upon the siblings he left behind—a literal one. The pounding in his chest he'd accounted to anxiety and a fear that never left the pallid expression on his features. The next few weeks were his to adjust, the mansion not surprisingly overwhelming to the point he'd numbly chewed his finger nails clean. And the week after that he'd been trained and supervised and given the run down of his new job. That didn't come as much of a surprise; Lovelle hadn't brought him there without a purpose, a way to repay him for his altruism. Though he didn't quite expect it as a job offer. They'd agreed on terms, or at least Lovelle had made the terms and assumed he'd agree to them. Desperation, Archer had thought, was probably what Lovelle saw that night and it always brought shame to his face in the form of tiny pinpricks and a red that spread from his collarbone, straight to his forehead. Of course, what Archer had first said when entering what he assumed was the most expensive car in the world, was between him and the master of the house. He'd never utter a hint as to what their conversation entailed.

What came with the job was unexpected: food, shelter, and whatever fancied Archer's desires, which weren't much but something to write on and a phone call, here and there. In a sense, Archer was his adopted child, one of the few individuals to have been given love and life, except he differed from the rest, in that he was, first and foremost, the assistant, the butler, whatever came to the mind first. He'd been offered a chance at the rights of estate and money, but refused, preferring a secure job and a home, instead.

And that pen and paper he'd been asking for. A laptop, after all, couldn't quite compare.
Miscellaneous:
Owns a journal!
Is an aspiring writer.
Has a penchant for bringing in strays, to the humor of Lovelle before passing and the frustrations of the staff at hand.
Prefers exotic cuisine, but will almost always settle on cheap, Chinese take-out.
His favorite book is the Wizard of Oz and second favorite is A Clockwork Orange.
And yes, I am deliberately keeping some of his past hidden. But I think I made some hints here and there. Hopefully, it doesn't scream too loudly in my writing. It's something intimate to be revealed intimately; a CS is anything but intimate.

[Sixsmith]

Thar you go, Miso Soup, your lovely Butler. <3

Also, I have a format for gifs that I can put into the CS, since I know you apparently love the way I arrange and display CSes thematically. ;P If you feel the need to use it for this RP, I won't shy away myself. But, I'd rather not overwhelm the masses with an ass ton of gifs, if it's unwanted or something of that nature. I don't wanna use it if you think it's too... ostentatious.

[Lilacs]

Oooh a butler :O go ahead and bin him and stuffs.

And I don't really mind either way, really. Gifs, no gifs both have merits and demerits. Is that even the right word? But maybe throw the character into a hider XD

[Blox]

Interested! So what characters are you looking for? Can we choose how we are related?

Can we make two characters?

[Sixsmith]

Blox said
Interested! So what characters are you looking for? Can we choose how we are related? Can we make two characters?

As long as it's not bloodline related. I think. Or was it direct descendant. I don't know the difference. I've never had to learn what's what and what's up and down about family trees. @_@ So, you know, I'm stupid.

Never mind, I found the difference. As long as it's not linear, as in he was your character's father, grandfather, great grandpappy. Cousin, Uncle, Cousin's Brother's Uncle Twice Removed—are all game, though. Or something of that capacity, as long as the term or suffix -father is not in the whereabouts of the title. Er... o_o

And I'm positive you can have more than one, but I would just post one until Miso responds. I'm assuming yes, since you can play spouses to characters related to Lovelle or children of other characters or something crazy like that. Lol.

My character is a guiding force, since I'm not one for competition. I don't like it, but I'll be helping Miso move the plot forward and keep players interacting. ^^ Maybe. Probably. Something of that sort.

[Thundercat]

I'm hooked, and shall start working on a character sheet :3 Not sure how long it will take me, could take an hour, could take two or three days, haha. I'll drop in on the OOC from time to time so you guys don't forget about me.

Also, Sixsmith, loving The Office gif's! I ship Jim and Pam so much. I wish I never finished the show, I wanted it to last forever :( lol

[Sixsmith]

Aw, thank ya. <3 Jim and Pam are my spiritual guides (Charlie Bradbury is my Spirit Animal, doe. Dunno if there's a difference). I didn't want it to end either. Funny thing about me and romances. Where people get tired after the couple gets together and the show continues without troubles on their end (or minimal troubles or minimal coverage on their troubles) I enjoy the happy fluffiness, especially when it came to Jim and Pam. Of course, my heart was so torn up when they had issues near the end of the show. ;_; I cried so much when Jim gave Pam that video. Omg. I'M TEARING UP NOW. I also cried when Michael left and when Michael proposed to Holly and when Jim proposed to Pam. ;_; I'm so emotional. I need a tissue now. THANKS. /sarcasm *le wink*

Also the sig changes every time you refresh. Some of the gifs are just Jim-centric, since he was the first TV show crush I'd developed. <3 I still love him to death and John Krasinski cause he is adorable and so is his wife, Emily Blunt, and their babeh, Hazel. Why did I suddenly remember their baby's name? Sorry, I'm a creep. >_>

[TalijaKey]

First thing first. My first language isnt English. So some of my grammar and at times word order will be messed up. I am happy if you explain the mistakes so I can try to fix them up.
Like that I may not have some of the common american knowledge that was mentioned in the first post. But I do have some. Just not too much of it ^^ I am always willing to learn.
Another thing, when I am brain storm for a character it can get worse XP

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Aristotel is searching a wife and found a wife
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Aristotel Dewolfe

Name:

-Aristotel Dewolfe

Gender:

Male

Age:

35 years born at the 13 March

Appearance:



He has blond hair, and baby blue eyes. He usually is clean-shaved, but sometimes when he's stressed, he has a 5 o'clock shadow because he forgets. Besides the occasional running to catch a bus, Aristotle doesn't work out or train. However, Aristotle isn't fat because he has very healthy eating habits. He's 185 cm tall and weighs 80 kg. If you stand beside him, you will always notice some cologne--he never leaves the house without it. His hair is mostly messy because of his habit to run his hand thought it.
When it comes to clothing, he likes practical and stylish looking clothing. His preferences are similar to things one would see on a model show in Italy, but with a touch of ordinary. He isnt enjoying if wears anything that would make him look over dressed. With a picky taste like this he isnt often finding cloths that completely fits his taste, he has a small wardrobe, consisting of combination that makes him look just the perfect way he wants it.
He likes to wear blue, green, brown, grey and beige clothes.

Relation to Christopher Lovelle:

Husband of Fatima

Occupation:

Translator, working at a publishing house.
Income just over the middle class.

Immediate family members:
Grandma from fathers side - Helena Dewolfe -migrant costume Designer retierd
Father - Keyx Dewolfe - Advertising manager a few years before pension
Mother - Miranda Deowolf - Sociologist
Wife - Fatima Deowolf -Chiropractor

Personality:

To describe Aristotel in a few words one would use: Romantic, Happy, Flirty, Naive.
He is a man who values his wife a lot, sadly even if he is truly loving her. There were moments he didnt kept his flirty side to himself. Easily falling for sweet ladies words. He cannot reject to offer help if a girl ask him. Escorting them to their home and easily misunderstand the intentions. His jokingly flirting not helping the situation.
He didnt cheated, if we do not count getting kissed, flirting and being overly intimately hugged, or everything that happens when he is drunk. He is a light weight when it comes to alcohol. Easily getting wasted and with it, pretty much ready to anything he is told. It was several bad experiences in his 20s that made him stay away from alcoholic beverage of any kind.
He is happy and positive, to the moment where he just reject the possibility someone would attempt to harm him or his wife. If such harm comes, Aristotel changes, unsure on how to deal with anger he can get quite impulsive in his action.

Biography:
His childhood was pretty dull. He spend it with his grandmother who were from Greece, in a small town in America. His parents were both traveling a lot due to their work, with marketing. He wasnt the social child in the loot, but he had a few good friends he played with. Aristotel likes to be nostalgic over those days. He discovered his talent for languages thanks to a teacher who pointed it out to him. He decide that that should be his job, as he didnt had big childhood dreams. Well not realistic ones at least. Being a dino-rider fighting time traveling evil wasnt really in any job description.

He had many relationships in his life, some he broke up, some the womans broke up. Mostly because of saying he wasnt faithfully enough. He was never sure if him being himself was a flirtatious bastard or not. How he was often called. It was when he started working that he by chance meet his future wife. He went to her as a client and soon was in love. He switched his Chiropractor only so he could date her.
It was truly the first time he didnt want in any way or shape to lose her. The are married for nearly 3 years, now. But even after years of marriage some habits just die harder then others.

Miscellaneous:

[Thundercat]

I didn't mean to make you cry again D: haha awh. Everything was so heartwarming but the only time I legitimately shed a tear was when Eren was reunited with her parents, ugh haha so precious. I also jumped when Michael showed up unexpectedly on the last episode. Do you know why he left the show? I was so sad.

Also, all hail King Dwight, muahaha

[Eyeris]

Looking for a wife you say? I might want to try that out, I want to play the game but have not had a solid character idea yet. :O

[TalijaKey]

Well Officaly I wanst yet accepted but, I will gladly take you up the offer ^^

[Sixsmith]

I'm assuming Miso has her hands tied wth school and all that good stuff , but if you want to dish out a wife for him, I don't think she'd be opposed to the idea. :)

Also, Steve Carell only signed a 7 season/year contract to stay on the office. When people sign onto shows as leads that's usually it. They're obligated to work within the parameters of their contract so finding things outside of the show that's fits in the schedule is tricky business. Carell was most likely getting a lot of offers for movies while acting in The Office and when his contract was over, he decided to pursue those instead of continuing two more seasons under a new contract. It's a sad he wanted to go, but shows can constrict and limit what you do, so I understand his desire to leave once the contract was up.

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Blox said
Interested! So what characters are you looking for? Can we choose how we are related? Can we make two characters?

Everything Sixsmith has said is correct. :D Thanks broski